The festival crowd bounced and sang along. Above, the concert's lights lit up the night sky. I glanced behind me: Cooper waved his hands in the air with his eyes closed. Kirk's meaty arms made gestures that hit with the beats. Kirk and I made eye contact, and we smiled, and the drugs swelled the pleasure from that smile into a slow tsunami.
I turned back to the stage and held onto the top of the fence. I was at the front of the crowd. There was only the fence and the row of bored security guards between us and the stage. The giant screens showed exploding, colourful cartoon images. My senses were bombarded: I felt the music, the lights, the heat from the crowd, the bouncing and buffeting of the crowd flow through my body.
Kirk was holding onto my shoulders to continue bouncing. I could hear him shouting the song lyrics in my ear. Six hours ago, I didn't know this crazy straight guy at all, and now I was having more fun with him than the friends I was supposed to be hanging out with.
Kirk stopped bouncing. He reached around and embraced me from behind. His hands grabbed at my bare pecs.
The body contact was incredible. Wherever he touched me, I could feel an outline of pleasure on my skin.
"I'm having so much fun!" He shouted from behind.
"Me too!" I said. I put my hand on his hand and grabbed it.
"These drugs are taking over!" he said. "I've never felt so horny in my life!"
That was unexpected. I mean, I was rock hard, and I had been since about twenty minutes after we took the drugs. But I'm gay and I'm surrounded by sweating, bouncing male flesh. Of course I was turned on. Most of the girls had left the front after the crowd became more mobile. What could be attractive for Kirk up here?
I didn't want to weird him out, but I figured that agreement about the drugs was safe.
"Those drugs have horned me up, too!" I said.
"That's what I wanted to hear!" Kirk said.
Suddenly, I could feel an enormous erection pressed up against my buttcheeks.
"I want to fuck you so bad!" Kirk shouted.
*****
The day at the festival had started with a fight.
I had arrived at the festival with my lesbian friends -- Sarah and Layla -- and our friend, Kyle. Kyle was a fit twink: tight little body, flawless skin, short, buzzed haircut.
When we arrived at our campsite in the late morning, it was raining. This made putting the tents up awkward.
Sarah and Layla were used to this, but Kyle was not. Kyle was supposed to sleep in my tent, so I asked him to help me. But he just kept complaining. Even when it was done, he seemed annoyed.
"I'm supposed to sleep in here?" he said, looking inside.
My tent wasn't that small -- it could fit three people in at a time. But it was old, and it had that musty tent smell.
Sarah and Layla's tent was bigger, but it wasn't better for him. I don't know what Kyle was expecting, but it seemed to be that no option met his requirements. We sat in Sarah and Layla's tent to discuss the situation, the rain still beating down.
"What did you think, Kyle? You always knew it was going to be a tent."
"It just sucks. How are we going to have fun at the festival? I don't want to get rained on and be stuck in a big crowd."
Sarah and Layla looked at each other.
"It's supposed to get better in the afternoon," I said.
"Yeah, I think it's all fucking dumb," Kyle said.
There was a pause, and we just listened to the rain pattering off the roof.
"Is this about Jeremy?" Sarah said.
"NO," Kyle said. "I'm not complaining about Jeremy. This is about the tent."
"I just don't understand what you thought a tent was going to be," I said.
"Ughhh, whatever," Kyle said. He started huffing and looking around the tent. Within a few moments, he had grabbed his knapsack, unzipped the tent, and stormed out.
"Kyle!" Sarah shouted after him. But he was already stomping away through the rain.
It was common for Kyle to have dramatic moments, so we didn't think too much of it.
The rain eventually stopped, and we went out to get some overpriced lunch. After lunch, it began to get hot. We decided to stroll through the clothing and jewelry vendors. That's when we ran into Kyle again.
"Kyle!" I said. "Are you okay?"
He was clearly drunk.
"I'm totally fine. I ran into Jenn. She's going to let me share her yurt."
"There are yurts here?" Layla said.
"Yeah, some of the sponsors get to stay in yurts. It's much more my pace."
"Are you going to hang out with us?" I said. "I want to go to the festival stage later and the girls don't want to go with me."
Kyle leaned over.
"I'm going to the VIP section. Jenn can get me in there, too. No crowds, easy access to washrooms, free drinks."
"Oh fuck, really? Can you get me into the VIP section?"
Kyle shrugged. "Sorry, I can't. Only one free ticket for me."
I rolled my eyes. Sometimes I wondered why I was friends with Kyle -- he was always pulling this shit on me.
"So, I'm just going to be alone this whole festival?"
"I'm sure you'll find something to do." He drank the rest of the liquid from his water bottle, which was clearly something alcoholic. "Well, I better be getting back to Jenn -- I think we're going into the VIP section soon."
I stood there after he left. I sighed.
As I said to Kyle, the girls were nice, but it was clear that they had different expectations than I did. They didn't want to go anywhere near the big stage. Everything they wanted to do was very low-key. Like, they wanted to go to a campfire sing-along that was happening that night.
You pay big bucks to go to a music festival, and you just sing-along at a campfire? What was the point?
I had consigned myself to going to the big stage alone when I first encountered the guys. I had been eating an early dinner with the girls when I had to use the porta-potties. As I was waiting in the soggy grass, next to the clanging of the all the porta-potty doors, I noticed the three guys behind me.
One was a slightly short blond meathead: a skin-tight white t-shirt stretched across his giant pectorals, and his big thighs came out of his jean shorts. Next to him was a tall, skinny guy wearing a loose tank top and big shorts. He had floppy chestnut hair. The shortest guy had dark brown hair, and he was wearing a short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt with a pair of light blue jeans. They were talking some bro-nonsense when I saw the blond one eying me. He eventually turned to me.
"Do you have any drugs?" the shorter one whispered to me.
"No," I said. "But if you find any, I'd like to have some."
"Haha," he said. "Yeah, no problem bro."
He kind of looked at me. I think he wanted to keep talking.
